Innocent Reputations and Higher Expectations by Anonymous

Epigraph:

A sky of pretty stars

A starry pretty sky

A pretty sky of stars

Stars, shimmering upon the sky

Withering starlight and starbeams

Starlight and starbeams wither

Fluttering on off, like symphonies of lights

Gasping for one last glorious performance of astronomical beauty

Before the-

Chills running back and forth through my upper thighs like comets and shooting stars sprinting freely, consent nonexistent, in my bloodstream.

Prologue:

“Don’t go into the darkness sweetheart. If you need to cry, cry face to face with your loved ones because love knows no boundaries and they. If you are not with your loved ones and you need to cry, cry in sunlight. Never cry in darkness. They will possess you.”

“You mean the demons?”

“Yes. You don’t have the willpower or strength to handle, or understand the magnitude of how dangerous it is to be depressed and plunge yourself into a deeper ocean of fentanyl disguised as salt.”

Epilogue:

Dear Ocean Pearls,

Today you are 19. Tomorrow you are 20.

Today you are 19. Tomorrow you are 40.

Today you are 19. Tomorrow you are dead.

Death does not make an appointment with you.

Today you don’t treasure the precious value of the universal concept “time.”

Tomorrow you will never understand the struggles your loved ones endure to raise you.

Today you don’t appreciate the present moments.

Tomorrow you die fearful of death.

Facing the King of Death,

I laugh laughs of liberations

Effortlessly enveloping the cosmos.

Birth and death simply a game.

Unborn.

Undying.

Innocent Reputations and Higher Expectations.